During my seventeen years of living, I’ve never experienced anything as horrifying as this. This happened about a month ago. My mom was in India and my dad was on a business trip.
I was given the responsibility to take care of my little brother while my parents were gone. It was around ten o’clock p.m. My brother was in the middle of a gaming session while I was struggling with writer’s block. Just when I got an idea of what to write for my romance story, I heard a knock at the door.
My brother and I exchanged looks of terror, wondering who could it be at this hour. We waited a couple of minutes until we heard what sounded like our mom. “Ally, open the door. It’s mommy,” Mom? How did our mom even get here? She was dropped off at the airport by my dad a few weeks ago.
I knew right then, something was wrong. If that person was really our mom, she would’ve come through the garage entrance. She knows the garage pin number.
So why was she knocking on our front door? “Go upstairs, Jason,” I told my brother in a low voice. My brother hesitated as he looked in the direction of the door. “But, isn’t that mommy?” He asked in a quiet voice. I noticed the frightened look on his face. I knew that wasn’t mom, but I didn’t want to scare my eight-year-old brother. Just when I was about to answer him, the knocking on the door became even louder and persistent. “Ally, JJ, I know you two are in there!” The voice said almost angrier.
The person from the other side of the door. My heart sank, knowing that I’ll have to face this person sooner or later. “Just go to bed, JJ.”
I tried to say unfazed by the continual pounding on the door. Jason hesitated for a moment before making his way upstairs. I sat there in my chair, completely paralyzed in fear. “Open it, open it, OPEN THE DOOR!” The voice howled, sending goosebumps down my spine. I suddenly stood up, pissed off that this person was mimicking my mom’s voice, trying to bamboozle me into opening the door. Without completely realizing it myself, I marched towards the door and abruptly stopped in my tracks. Whoever it was at the door, was not human. Not even in the slightest. This thing had the blackest eyes. It was extremely lanky, its ribs sticking out. It was so pale and so impossibly tall, just looking at this thing made me want to throw up.
I don’t know what got into me, but I hollered at the top of my lungs. “Get the fuck out of here! There’s no way you’re going to get me, not to mention, Jason! Give up, already.” I finished my sentence, panting as I felt its black eyes almost look through me. I shivered in fear, as the thing let out an ear-piercing scream before disappearing into the dark. After that incident, I searched up what I saw on google and found out what I saw was a skinwalker that has the ability to mimic our voices and shape-shift into animals. Even humans. Weeks went by without incident.
I began to believe that I was never going to see that thing ever again. But I knew that thought was naive of me. From that day onwards, I began to go to bed earlier than usual.